“In the United States of America, thanks to Constitutional guarantees of complete religious freedom, the old established churches prosper tax free…
Also the self-appointed messengers of God, now dominating TV.”

Vinegar Syndrome continues to work their way through the Carlos Tobalina library with four more minimally budgeted, cocktail napkin-scripted efforts from the amusing, seemingly likeable if decidedly workmanlike adult film impresario.

It’s yet another unusual August where the expected oppressive heat and humidity are nowhere to be found, in favor of a cool, September style briskness.

Similarly, Vinegar Syndrome delivers a rather mixed bag of pristine prints of quite variable in value offerings from the height of hardcore’s moment in the mainstream – cool where they should be hot, more curious than carnal. Three are actually pretty decent views…the other three, utter wastes of celluloid. Let’s take a look, shall we?